The hands of time
Bloodied fingers
Snapping up the branches
Of a family tree

Another angel taken 
By the sledgehammer of life
It’s brutal force
Leaves me spinning
On the freeway at night

The storm was brewing ahead
And I was young and free
Dancing on the edge of a volcano
Trying not to fall in

For time is malleable
And non linear
Stretching and decompressing
Our bodies
With the clench of a fist

Rebuilding ourselves
Fragment by plate
Transforming our experiences
Neuroplasicity to pathway
Through time